Ooh, I have a list. :D I haven't read all of them though...just saw some and liked them. Here they are.
Wintergirls
I am spinning the silk threads of my story, weaving the fabric of my world...I spun out of control. Eating was hard. Breathing was hard. Living was hardest.
I wanted to swallow the bitter seeds of forgetfulness...Somehow, I dragged myself out of the dark and asked for help.
I spin and weave and knit my words and visions until a life starts to take shape.
There is no magic cure, no making it all go away forever. There are only small steps upward; an easier day, an unexpected laugh, a mirror that doesn't matter anymore.
I am thawing."
"Do I want to die from the inside out or the outside in?"
"And that's the problem. When you're alive, people can hurt you. It's easier to crawl into a bone cage or a snowdrift of confusion. It's easier to lock everybody out.
"I believe that you've created a metaphorical universe in which you can express your darkest fears. In one aspect, yes, I believe in ghosts, but we create them. We haunt ourselves, and sometimes we do such a good job, we lose track of reality."
"You’re not dead, but you’re not alive, either. You’re a wintergirl, Lia-Lia, caught in between the worlds. You’re a ghost with a beating heart. Soon you’ll cross the border and be with me. I’m so stoked. I miss you wicked."
Living Dead Girl by Elizabeth Scott
"Grace is my favourite church word. A state of being. Something you can pray for. Something God can grant. Something you can obtain. Perfection is out of reach. But grace -- grace you can reach for."
"I do not fall. I fell so hard so long ago there is nothing left for me to land on. I just keep falling and falling and falling."
"I have been smashed and put back together so many times nothing works right. Nothing is where it should be, heavy thumping in my shoulder where my heart now beats."
"I thought living dead girls couldn't feel pain, thought I was emptied out but I'm not, I'm not."
"I'd forgotten how much feelings hurt."
Romeo and Juliet
"O Romeo, Romeo, wherefore art thou Romeo?
Deny thy father refuse thy name, thou art thyself thou not a Montegue, what is Montegue? tis nor hand nor foot nor any other part belonging to a man
What is in a name?
That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet,
So Romeo would were he not Romeo called retain such dear perfection to which he owes without that title,
Romeo, Doth thy name!
And for that name which is no part of thee, take all thyself....
- (Act II, Scene II)"
"My bounty is as boundless as the sea,
My love as deep; the more I give to thee,
The more I have, for both are infinite."
"These violent delights have violent ends
And in their triump die, like fire and powder
Which, as they kiss, consume"
"Did my heart love till now? Forswear it, sight! For I ne'er saw true beauty till this night."
"Love is heavy and light, bright and dark, hot and cold, sick and healthy, asleep and awake- its everything except what it is! (Act 1, scene 1)"
"Wisely and slow, they stumble who run fast."
"Two households, both alike in dignity / In fair Verona, where we lay our scene / From ancient grudge break to new mutiny / Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean. From forth the fatal loins of these two foes / A pair of star-cross'd lovers take their life / Whose misadventured piteous overthrows / Do with their death bury their parents' strife."
"If love be rough with you, be rough with love. Prick love for pricking and you beat love down."
"A glooming peace this morning with it brings;
The sun, for sorrow, will not show his head:
Go hence, to have more talk of these sad things;
Some shall be pardon'd, and some punished:
For never was a story of more woe
Than this of Juliet and her Romeo."
"True, I talk of dreams,
Which are the children of an idle brain,
Begot of nothing but vain fantasy,
Which is as thin of substance as the air,
And more inconstant than the wind, who woos
Even now the frozen bosom of the north,
And, being anger'd, puffs away from thence,
Turning his side to the dew-dropping south."
The robe of feathers F. Hadland Davis, Myths and Legends of Japan
When the maiden had put on her pure white garment she struck a musical instrument and began to dance, and while she danced and played she sang of many strange and beautiful things concerning her faraway home in the moon. She sang of the might Palace of the Moon, where thirty monarchs ruled, fifteen in robes of white when that shining orb was full, and fifteen robed in black when the moon was waning. As she sang and played and danced she blessed Japan, "that earth may still her proper increase yield!"
A Great And Terrible Beauty by Libba Bray
"Shall I tell you a story? A new and terrible one? A ghost story? Are you ready? Shall I begin? Once upon a time there were four girls. One was pretty. One was clever. One charming, and one...one was mysterious. But they were all damaged, you see. Something not right about the lot of them. Bad blood. Big dreams. Oh, I left that part out. Sorry, that should have come before. They were all dreamers, these girls. One by one, night after night, the girls came together. And they sinned. Do you know what that sin was? No one? Pippa? Ann? Their sin was that they believed. Believed they could be different. Special. They believed they could change what they were--damaged, unloved. Cast-off things. They would be alive, adored, needed. Necessary. But it wasn't true. This is a ghost story remember? A tragedy. They were misled. Betrayed by their own stupid hopes. Things couldn't be different for them, because they weren't special after all. So life took them, led them, and they went along, you see? They faded before their own eyes, till they were nothing more than living ghosts, haunting each other with what could be. With what can't be. There, now. Isn't that the scariest story you've ever heard?"
"There's a lot about discovering who you are and how difficult that is. And it never stops."
"It's possible to pretend I'm someone other than who I am, and if I pretend long enough, I can believe it."
"But forgiveness...I'll hold on to that fragile slice of hope and keep it close, remembering that in each of us lie good and bad, light and dark, art and pain, choice and regret, cruelty and sacrifice. We're each of us our own chiaroscuro, our own bit of illusion fighting to emerge into something solid, something real. We've got to forgive ourselves that. I must remember to forgive myself. Because there's an awful lot of gray to work with. No one can live in the light all the time."
"You can never really know someone completely. That's why it's the most terrifying thing in the world, really-taking someone on faith, hoping they'll take you on faith too. It's such a precarious balance, it's a wonder we even do it at all"
A Walk To Remember by Nicholas Sparks
There are moments when I wish I could roll back the clock and take all the sadness away, but I have the feeling that if I did, the joy would be gone as well. So I take the memories as they come, accepting them all, letting them guide me whenever I can. This happens more often than I let on.
The Angel's Game by Carlos Ruiz-Zafon
"I stepped into the bookshop and breathed in that perfume of paper and magic that strangely no one had ever thought of bottling."
Fight Club by Chuck Palahniuk
"If I could wake up in a different place, at a different time, could I wake up as a different person?"
Preludes & Nocturnes by Neil Gaiman
"People think dreams aren't real just because they aren't made of matter, of particles. Dreams are real. But they are made of viewpoints, of images, of memories and puns and lost hopes."
The Swan Thieves by Elizabeth Kostova
"...what will we someday do, I always wonder, without the pleasures of turning through books and stumbling on things we never meant to find?"
Conversations with God by Neale Donald Walsch
"Thought is pure energy. Every thought you have, have ever had and ever will have is creative. The energy of your thought never ever dies. Ever. It leaves your being and heads out to the universe, extending forever."
Messenger by Lois Lowry
"He wept, and it felt as if the tears were cleansing him, as if his body needed to empty itself."
The Shack by William P. Young
"Each relationship between persons is absolutely unique. That is why you cannot love two people the same. It simply is not possible. You love each person differently because of who they are and the uniqueness that they draw out of you."
Ophelia by William Shakespeare
"Rich gifts wax poor when givers prove unkind"
June 26th, 2011 at 08:00pm